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Mack attack

As I was driving to work on the Interstate late one Friday night many years ago, I realized that I was sandwiched between a couple of Mack trucks. I was tired and a little punchy; and as I drove, I conjured up this cheesy poem about a big Mack sandwich.

It was bad poetry; and fortunately it never made it past that tired corner of my mind… until now.

This blog has been a long-time dream. I’m using the highway metaphor and this scene that I stumbled across a year or two ago in Oneida County, New York, for my inaugural post.